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I don't know if anyone has watched the development of this idea into a community, but it is much like Witches Weekly was. Except that this one is still updated every week. I made a little image (didn't really care for the ones I have seen, and I was feeling creative ... and minimalist) for the community if you want to check it out.



Ok, on to it:

Describe the moment when you could call yourself a witch, pagan, [fill in the blank] and know that it was true. Did you do a dedication ceremony? Were you initiated into a group/coven? Was the moment filled with powerful emotion or was it soft like slipping into a warm bath? Did or do you do anything to commemorate that moment? Do you choose to wear anything that identifies your path such as a pentacle or other religious symbol?

Well, I think I was about 19 when I finally came to know that I was a Witch through and through.  It was after I had cast my first successful, handcrafted spell.

I remember sitting alone in the dark, whispering over the prepared candle.  I felt my mind expanding and trying to escape as the words I chanted lost all meaning.

I didn't expect it to work right away, or be really obvious (the books tell you that the results are often subtle and things just gradually change with a little help from your spell).  The next morning I got the results of my spell.  It was about as in your face as it could get.

That was when I knew that I was a Witch.  And I haven't doubted it a moment since then.

--Phae

Stolen from ... lots of folks ~_^

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad, from real life or on-line. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

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Eeep! Ok, I'm ready ... go!

--Phae